Monday, September 22, 2014

A Fat Little Barramundi.

Hi there,

I went fishing with Sarge, in the pursuit of some salt water Barramundi; and...

  • We didn't get many fish.
  • My biggest one was rather short.
  • But it was fat, and that is a good sign for the year to come.
So Sarge and I had decided to go in the direction of Salt Water Arm, with the high ambition of catching ourselves a good feed of fresh Barramundi.
Oh how life can be deceptive some time.
We launched rather late in the morning, thinking that the low tide would be at around midday.
And that by then the fish would be on the chew.
That was a great plan; but it didn't turn out as we had expected.
The fish didn't want to play, or maybe were just too clever for us.

In fact Sarge got the first fish of the day, flicking his lure, and reeling it back, when he got a solid hit, but didn't stay connected. Yet before he got his lure back he got another hit!
but a very small one this time, and yes, it stayed hooked on.
The name of this fish started by Barra too, but it had the wrong ending...
It was a small fish, with big teeth:

The baby Barracuda.

It was a very cute little Barracuda, just a baby really.
And in the water it went back.

After that, it was a long time, of flicking lures, trolling lures and hoping that a fish would find one of our lures attractive... But no, we were like the pariah of the fishing world. The fish avoided our lures, with determination and constance; it started to become a tad frustrating.
So we moved toward a bank that we had not fished yet.
With the idea of changing tactic and to start flicking weedless soft plastic right in the snag.
Two things happened: I got the confirmation that weedless lures still get snagged; I lost a few.
And, we finally got hit by some fish!
In fact only on my third or fourth cast, I hooked and landed my first little Barramundi of the day!

Barramundi on weedless soft plastic.

It was only a very small Barramundi, but after all this flicking for nothing, it sure made me happy!
It was way too small to keep, and was promptly returned to his element: some brownish salt water.
With a renewed enthusiast, I flicked again, hoping for his big brother, or maybe even his big sister...
When not long after that, I was hooked to a fish again!
Got it in the boat, but it was about the same size. Rather than asking Sarge to take a photo of me holding it, I tried a selfie. So Sarge would not loose any precious fishing time. Especially now that we seemed to have found the right spot.
But I am not too good at selfie with a little live fish in my hand, and the pic doesn't really deserves to be shown... 
Then I lost my lure to a snag.
So I sat at the back of the boat to put a new leader on my line, and attach a new lure at the end of it.
Being focused on the task at hand, I forgot about Sarge casting his lure away to any snag that we passed. I forgot till I heard him say something a bit like: "Yes! Oh No! Expletive, expletive, expletive"...
He had just hooked and then lost a Barramundi that was a good 70cm...
He said that he saw it coming, and lazily boof his lure near the surface, turn around, and fight for a few second before spitting the lure.
That would definitively have been the fish of the day, but it was not to be.

So we continued to move along the same little bank, when I made a cast just between two submerged trees. But it was not a good cast. In fact I wanted to cast just next to one of the tree, and had cast spot on in the middle of the two trees... I silently cursed myself, but still tried to give a bit of action to the lure, as I was winding it back. When it was hit with a bang! A sudden hit, a big tail slapped the surface and dived down. I was thinking Barramundi, because I had seen the tail, but it was going down, giving head shake. Could it be a cod or a catfish?
It was definitively a bigger fish than the ones I had before.
Then it came to the surface, head and shoulder out of the water shaking it's big mouth: it was a Barramundi! And I called it for a good fish, he was strong and fast.
Sarge scooped it in the net, and I was impressed by how fat it was. Before realising that it wasn't that long after all.

My best Barramundi of the day.

It measured a rather small 59cm (23.228346 inches), but was fat and had some good shoulder. Which might explain why he had fought above it's size. This was my first, (and was going to be the only) of legal size for the day, so in the esky it went.
I was happy, it was no giant; but I had a feed for my little family.

I am no Barramundi expert, still I do hope that a short but fat Barramundi is a sign of a good year in front of us. Last year the Barramundi were not that fat early in the season.
Or at least, not the ones I caught.

Not long after that, we had to call it a day.
And a great day it had been, thank you Sarge for inviting me on your boat.

Yes, I know, one lonely fish to bring back home might not look like much to some of you...

But hey, it could be worse.
Have a good day,

Sunday, September 7, 2014

2014 Top End Barra Series Round 4.

Hi there,

Here come the tale of the fourth round of the 2014 Top End Barra Series, taking place on the Darwin harbour.
  • Brett my skipper won the round!
  • We got all our fish on soft plastic.
  • We had a great time.
  • And a new fish species for me!
So lets start at the beginning.
Darwin Harbour always promised to be an interesting round.
I won the round three year ago, but hadn't done very good in it in the past two years.
Brett had fished the harbour a bit in the past few month, and knew where the fish would be...
This sounded good to me, it was was going to be...

Brett picked me up, not too early, and that was nice to have a short sleep in before going fishing for once. I must be getting old...
On the harbour, the water looked like glass:

Water like glass on Darwin harbour.

Yes, this photo was made, from a boat moving at full speed. And it shows how beautiful the water and weather were.
We were soon on our first spot, and trying to sight cast to Barramundi swimming in the shallow mud flat. The only problem, was that we usually spotted the fish after they had spotted us, and by then it was way too late to catch them.
We did see some shadows swimming on the front left of the boat. Both our lures flew at the same time, mine didn't bring back the beacon, but Brett was on!

Brett on the first fish of the weekend.

This was  good fight for the first fish of the weekend, but it wasn't a Barramundi...
It was a mother in law fish...
By this point I was still fishing with my own lures, which was an error...
Brett was starting to get some hit, and he landed the first Barra for the round:

First Barramundi for the round.

Brett, was already doing good, and telling me to use the same lure than he was.
But being myself, I could not help to want to try some of my shiny lures... And what a mistake it was. I did have a few little bump, half hearted hits on my lures, but nothing serious, nothing to call home for. While Brett was reeling them in.
Brett had already got three Barramundi, a Mother In Law fish, a catfish and a little rock cod, I was still fish less...
Drastic measures were needed, and drastic measure were taken, I finally took my skipper's advice, and started to use one of his lure.
Guess what?
I immediately hooked a fish!
Alas, not of the right species...

Stargazer on the line.

Yes, it was  a small Stargazer, and as beautiful these little fish are, it was not the target of the day. Or of any day in fact, and it was promptly returned to the water, to feed hopefully on a better prey for him than another fisherman's lure.

Brett on the other hand, had no problem to find the Barra, and after two smallish ones, finally struck gold, and got a nice one:

Brett and the biggest Barramundi of the weekend.

At 80cm (31.496063 inches) this was going to be the biggest Barramundi caught over the weekend, by any of the competitors. This was a great point scorer, and catapulted Brett on the first step of the podium.  This big fish, was released free nice and healthy, ready to fight another day.
Barra were boofing in the shallow around us, and it was starting to get really exciting.
So Brett did exactly what any good fisherman would have done in similar conditions: he caught another Barra! But this one came with a surprise:

Barramundi with nipped tail.

The tail of this beautiful salt water Barramundi, had just been nipped by a shark.
No doubt about it, it was not its lucky day, as he ended in the esky, no more torment.
Barramundi were the fish to catch, but a good fisherman's basket always contains more than one offering, Brett also caught a beautiful crocker and a great harbour Goldie:

Brett and his Golden Snapper.

Very kindly he offered me to keep these two fishes, which I accepted, as so far, my own basket looked pretty sad and empty. The Goldie was given to my mother in law, so I would stays in the good books. And the rest, was part of a very nice meal at home.

It was nearly time to go home, as we had decided to not spend the night in the boat, and I was still without any Barramundi to my name. I was starting to think that I had missed the feeding time, and that I would have to do better the following day, if I didn't want to end on a donut.
Brett said, lets try a last spot before we call it a day, and drove the boat to another rocky beach.
Shallow dirty waters, rock and oyster all around, this looked like a good spot for a Barramundi to ambush preys, and maybe find my lure...
After a few cast all around the boat, I did the longest one that I could, in direction of the beach. The lure fell in a few centimetre of water, and raising my fishing rod high I quickly reeled in the first few meters as to not get stuck on the shallow rocks. Then I slowed down to normal speed, wondering in how shallow the Barramundi would be hunting. I was quickly informed, that they don't need much at all. The fish had taken the lure, and this time it seemed like it was properly hooked, and it jumped and showed me that it was indeed a Barramundi. A nice little harbour Barramundi, not a giant, but a feisty little point scorer. Which if I was able to get it to the net, would get me on the board, and take the monkey off my back. To say that I really wanted to get this fish in the boat would have been an understatement. I didn't want this fish, I needed it!
And Brett did a very good job at netting it first try, and I knew I could now relax.

My first Barramundi of the weekend.

As I said, no monster, but still a very sweet little fish.
And as it often happen, a second fish followed the first one in no time, the drought had been broken.

My biggest Barramundi for the weekend.

At 63cm (24.80315 inches) it was not huge, but was going to prove itself my biggest one for the weekend, and not a bad one in the competition.

By now, it was the end of the first day, and it was time to go back to the boat ramp, and head home for a rest.
Little talk and chitchat with other competitors at the ramp, instructed me that Brett had indeed done very well on the first day, and would certainly be in the top ten, and that if I could continue to do the same on the second day, I might be in the top twenty. This was good news.

On the morning of the second day, it was nearly the same start, but a bit later.
Once again the water was absolutely flat and glass looking.

Brett taking pictures of the paparazzi.

It was so flat, that I decided to take some more photographs of the harbour. Brett laughed and said that I was like a paparazzi, always taking pictures of everything.

Full throttle toward spot X.

The advantage of a flat sea, is that we can go full speed on to our fishing spot.
Less time travelling, and more time fishing.

It started pretty much as the day before, in the sense, that I did try to fish with my own lures first...
But this time, it was short lived, and I quickly put on the lure that Brett had lent me on the previous day.
And second cast...
I got my first ever Mangrove Jack!
Just a baby one, but still it made my day. If that was the only fish I had caught over the entire weekend, I would still have been very happy.
I have been in Darwin for many years, and was yet to catch one. All my friends were catching them, but not me .
I was a very happy man there and then:

My first ever Mangrove Jack.

At 33cm (12.992126 inches) it was rather small, and I let it go, despite them being very good on the plate. It had made me happy enough and deserved to live an grow, to hopefully become a happy big daddy Mangrove Jack.

After this very happy encounter with baby Jack, it took me only two cast to get another Barramundi!
Yes, on the second cast, I was on again, and when it jumped, clear of the water, shaking its head like a mad one, we saw that this time it was a Barramundi.
Brett told me to raise my rod, that it was very shallow and full of rocks, so raise my rod I did.
And the fish was in the net, quick smart, still very green.

My third Barramundi for the weekend.

Two fish in three cast, I was happy, and started to take a serious liking in Brett's fishing lures.
So much in fact that I decided on the spot, that they were going to be my next purchase.

The fishing slowed down a little bit, so we zoomed to another spot.
Where history repeated itself once again.
First cast nothing happen.
Second cast and I am on!
I saw my lure coming out from a colour change, then a Barra came rushing behind hit, and boofed it before trying to swam back in the colour change. Realising it was hooked, so close to the boat, it went ballistic and jumped around, swam to the other side of the boat. Where Brett was waiting for it with the net, and scooped it, and deposited it on the embarkation's floor.
As soon as he had dropped the net, Brett started to cast again, saying that they must have been feeding.
And before I got my lure out of the mouth of my Barramundi, Brett's saying that he is on too!
So I just got the Barra out of the net, lure still in mouth and got ready to scoop the second Barramundi. Hooked just a few minutes apart of each other.
This was not a double hook-up, but it was as close as it can be of one.
Once Brett's fish was in the net, we quickly got the lures out of their mouth, and put both of them back in the net, thinking that they needed a swim, before we could photograph them.

Brett with the two Barramundi.

My last Barramundi of the weekend.

Brett had caught the bigger one, and me the smaller one.
This was the last two Barramundi we would catch for the weekend, and that was enough to make us happy.
We didn't even get another sniff at this post after the two fish in rapid succession.
So we went somewhere else.
Where Brett got a rat Barra, and a little blue salmon, which gave him a bit of a rubble.
At one stage Brett was standing on one side of the boat, the fish went under the boat and jumped on the other side. With the line going under the boat from one side to the other.
Finally it was subdued, brought to the boat and released.

Brett with the little Blue Salmon.

But not catching any more fish, with the wind starting to rise, and some good fish already caught, we decided that it was time to head back.

Not very far from the ramp, we saw someone who had run out of petrol, and we towed him back towards the ramp.

Towing a boat on the water.

This had been a great weekend, with as usual plenty of good laughs. And a few good fish as a bonus.
The Top End Barra Series once again had delivered a first for me: my first ever Mangrove Jack.

A big thank you to Brett for inviting me on his boat again, this is much appreciated.

So how did we go on the scoreboard?
Well Brett finished first for the round!
Which put him in the tenth spot at the overall scoreboard, with two rounds to go, he can still progress towards the top.
Me, I ended up 14 for the round, which sent me back to the fifth position in the overall tournament results. So now I have to try to get lucky in the last two rounds for 2014, to stay in the top pack.
The only problem, is that we are now at a stage where most competitors start to eye the finish line, and to act more serious.
Perfect time for me to fall back lower in the ranking...

But hey, it could be worst.
Have a good day,

Saturday, August 23, 2014

A Lure With No Name

Hi there,

Today I am going to tell you the tale , not of a horse with no name, but of a lure with no name...

A few months ago, I was gifted a beautiful timber lure.
One that I believed to be a Killalure, yet something was not right. I had never seen one looking like this. The eyes, the tow point and the hooks hangers were right, but something about the shape was unusual…
Was it just a copy, or a very rare one?

It looks like a baby Barramundi.

I asked here and there if anyone had already seen a similar lure. But to no avail, the mystery grew deeper and deeper.
With a lot of people giving their opinion. Some of the answer I received, were closer to science fiction than reality.
Then one evening trolling an online lure forum, I struck gold!
I found someone who obviously had a very good knowledge of the Killalure brand (And you are soon to know why). 
I sent him a message, he replied and the enigma was no more.

The lure is indeed a Killalure, from the mid 80’s. It is in fact a 4” Killalure cut down. While making them, the good people at Killaure had a problem with a run of blank that had been over sanded. So the man making them, cut the tail off, and put on them some aluminum bib that he had laying around.
About one hundred of them were made. The run was so short; that the lure didn’t even received a name!

The Killalure with no name.

The lures were painted with Dulux Base Coat.
The colour is originally a Nils Master one, but in the Killalure range this is the colour number 70. The hooks might be 777 #2 Eagle Claws. 
A few different bibs were used for this lure model; on this one it was the 3” Barra Bait bib.

The 3" Barrra Bait bib

Who is the man who generously gave me all this information?

It is no one else than the man behind the Killalure saga: the legendary Dave Killalea.

Thanks to the Dave who gave me this lure, and thanks to the Dave who give me the information about this lure.

Two different Dave, but two top bloke.

So with about only one hundred of them ever made, I doubt that I will ever have a full colour set of this very lure...

But hey, it could be worse.
Have a good day,

Monday, August 4, 2014

A Billabong In The Middle Of Nowhere.

Hi there,

Seano gave me a phone call early in the morning and asked me if I wanted to go fishing in a billabong in the middle of nowhere...
I said yes!

  • It was in the middle of nowhere.
  • We did get some fish.
  • We got all of our fish on weedless soft plastic lures.
  • it was a great day.

Want to read the full story?
Here it is then:

On a face book group Seano said that he was thinking of going fishing if he could find a deckie.
I said: "Pick Me!"
He called me and it went a bit like this:
Are you ready, can I come to pick you up now?
No! I haven't had a shower yet!
Ok, then, I will be at your place to pick you up in half an hour, we are going billabong fishing.

Quick quick, a shower, getting the tackle bag ready with gear for billabong fishing.
The phone rang again: "Hey Mate, I am in from of your place"
I walk out, with my fishing gear, and a plate with two toast and scramble eggs on it.
And off we go for a new fishing adventure. 
Eating my breakfast on the way.

In the bush, in the middle of nowhere we drove.
Don't ask me where exactly. I would honestly not be able to answer, I was too busy looking at the landscape. Half dreaming about all the fish we were going to catch, to be able to notice any direction that were were taking.

Driving through the bush to go fishing.

We finally arrived at about midday to our chosen location and launched the boat.
Boat ramp?
What boat ramp?

Launch site.

The billabong was beautiful, and not another boat in sight:

A billabong just for us.

It was the middle of the day, and experience would have dictated the use of diver lures, not surface lures...
But once again, being who I am, I decided to just have a few cast with the cool looking surface lure that Brett gave me a few week ago. You know, just to see how it swims and all...
Second cast with it, a little Barramundi boofed my surface lure, I jumped in surprise, but the fish didn't connect.
Now that was a promising sign if ever there had been any.
We were going to catch some fish! Was the thing that we started to think...
Well yes we did, maybe not cricket score of them, but enough to have a great day on the water.
Any way, after a few more cast of the surface lure, I decided to fish in earnest, and to put a weedless soft plastic, to cast at the snags.

We got a few hits, saw a few fish, and...
I was on! 
After an average cast toward some Pandanus roots, I can suddenly feel and see my line tense, I strike and it begins.
The fish quickly came to the surface, jumped and I can see that it is a Saratoga, a beautiful fish that I really like to fish for.
It start to do all the things that Saratoga are known for. It move in a snake like fashion, it jump and try to bury me in the snags. Luckily for me this one is not too big and I get it to the boat.

First fish of the day.

After a quick snap, it was released, healthy and strong.
As you can see by the size of the lure compared to the fish, they were hungry in this billabong.
Just wait a bit for the weather to warm up a bit, and it might turn crazy in there.

We then both got a few miss, dropsy all around.
Then Seano cast between some submerged branches and got a hit, but failed to connect.
So I sent my lure in roughly the same spot, and I am on!
Once again, the fish hit the lure on the drop.
Simple technic really: cast your soft plastic, let it drop to the bottom. Give it a few flick rewind a bit of line, let it drop to the bottom, and repeat. It is on the drop, while the line is slightly slack, that I see it suddenly going straight and changing direction. I quickly raise my rod tip, start to smile, and be happy.
As we were working some rather short distance cast, the tussle is not too long, but still very exciting, and I find myself with another Saratoga in my hands.

Second Saratoga for the day.

This was a better fish than the first one, and it made me very happy.
Which is good, as it was going to be my last one for the day!
I was just starting to feel bad, that I was on Seano's boat and catching more fish than him...
I should not have worried, because from now on he was going to shine, and get all the fish.

The first fish that Seano got, was a Sooty Grunter.
I had read and heard a lot about the Sooty Grunter, but was yet to see one in the flesh.
Sometimes it the simple things in life,  for me, finally seeing one made the day even better.

The Sooty Grunter.

This one was as fat as a footy, and it went back in the drink, to get even fatter.
And hopefully we will meet again one day.
It then became Barra Time!
Seano got two of them in a row, little ones some of you might say, but a fish is a fish, especially when it is a Barramundi.

First little Barramundi of the day.

Last Barramundi for the day.

I think that by then Seano was a bit tired of me alway wanting to take pictures of fish that he would consider not worthy. But hey, it was a Barra!

After Barra time, it didn't become Hammer Time, but it went full circle, and we, or I should say, Seano, got back in the Saratoga. While I got back at taking pictures.

Seano's first Saratoga for the day.

And it didn't take long after that for the last Saratoga, and last fish, of the day to come onboard.

Last fish of the day: Saratoga!

We were happy anglers, we had spend a few hours catching fish on an isolated billabong, far from the crowds that you sometimes find on the popular billabongs. The shadows were starting to grow longer, and we decided that it was time to go home.

End of the day on the billabong.

We did run ingot some trouble to get out of the billabong.
The trailer got stuck against a step in the mud. We had to actually skull drag the boat on the bank and then put the trailer under it.
One of the hand rail from the boat got ripped off the gunwale while the boat was dragged out of the water, but luckily, no one was injured, which is the most important.

Driving throughout the bush, we made a quick stop, so I could make a photograph of the sunset:
Australia, you are beautiful!

Sunset over the Australian bush.

To recap, it was a great day, discovering some new fishing location. Seeing a new specie of fish that I had never seen yet. Good company, good laugh, good fishing, what else could make a great Sunday?
Thank you for the invitation Seano.

Oh yes, I did get totally out fished once again...

But hey, it could be worse.
Have a good day,

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Fishing Corroboree Billabong In Winter.

Hi there,

Yes fishing Corroboree Billabong in winter is not often a synonym of success, and now I know why.
Yet it was a great day in the Australian outdoor, worth of a little post on this blog.

My good friend Jason Arrabamundi who now lives interstate, was in Darwin for a few days last week.
He had rented a car and a boat to go and fish at Corroboree Billabong for a full day, and had invited me to tag along.
It was a long time since we fished together, and I was more than keen.

At about 5:00am Jason picked me up and on the road to a new fishing adventure we went.
It was great to catchup viva voce in the car, and the mood was flying high.
Then the adventure part started, with a punctured tyre.

The flat tyre.

This photo was made in day light, but the puncture happened way before any light was seen shining anywhere...
It was in fact closer to a bit before 6:00am when we first stopped to inspect this now unusable front wheel, and decided to try to change it.
Yes I wrote try, because try we did, and then we quickly realised that the rental company had not put the adequate tools in the trunk of the car, to change a tyre... Oh, they had put some tools in there, but because of the alloy mag wheels, we needed a special size socket to unscrew the wheel studs. And the special size socket was now where to be seen. We looked from the glove box to the boot, and could not find anything remotely similar to what we needed. Slightly irritated we decided to call the rental company, Jason did it, better than I would have, for sure.
And they replied that the guy to help us would be with us in about one or one and an half hour...
So we started to wait, and to pass the time, to make some photos of the rising day on the bush. Instead of the billabong where we had planned to see the sunrise, and start to get some early fish.
(Early fish was definitely not going to happen anyway).

Early morning on the Australian bush.

As a side note, this is not the sun, but the moon that you can see in this photograph.
These two first photographs, were made with my phone, as I was trying to preserve the battery from my camera, for all the fish that we were to catch later on... Yes, optimist me...

Anyway once the day had fully set, a bit before 9:00am a Toyota Troopy with three local indigenous stopped near us and asked if we needed any help. We didn't say no to them, but we explained that we needed a special size socket... One of them said, " Oh yes I might have that in the back. I was going to get my tools out of the car before we went hunting, but left them in."
We were in luck! The guy had all the tools we could need and the change of wheel was quickly done.
One of them seeing the fishing rods in the car said: "Hey, your fishing god must be laughing at you right now!" It made everybody laugh, Jason and I included. With the wheel just changed, not long after 9:00, as the three helpers were going to go, we saw the mechanic from the car rental company arrive with a big smile, in a big truck, just after the battle...
Jason gave $20 to the guys who helped us, and had a short talk with the mechanic, and off we went to catch all these fish...

Well once on the water, it didn't went exactly according to plan either.
Nothing bad happened, but all the fish were hiding from us...
I had even prepared a lure especially for this trip. A fishing lure that I was thinking was going to be dynamite on the Saratoga. Well, I did get a beautiful hit on the first or second cast with it. But that was it, a hit and nothing else, no hook up... 

The customised Mepps.

The idea was that by cutting off the treble and replacing it by a single, it would spin and be weedless. Which should have been perfect for fishing at Corroboree Billabong. Maybe next time, but not on this day. I will give it another chance, at the first occasion. 

I was in fact going to be 1:45pm before the first fish was going to be boated.
And I was very excited, because it was by me!
And what a fish! A Tarpon, one of the cutest ones that I had ever seen. Why cute? Simply because he was very small. Normally nothing to write home about. But a fish is a fish, especially if it took you half a day to hook it...

My prized Tarpon.

You may have understand by now, that this was not exactly what we had expected. But when you are with a good mate, catching up, with him telling me all about the Giant Trevally that he his now targeting near his new home. That we had in fact a good laugh at this greedy little fish who had taken my lure.
Of course, I could not help but to say that so far, I had caught the biggest fish of the day.

Not very long after that, Jason was on to a nice and feisty little Saratoga:

Jason reeling the Saratoga.

This didn't look like a monster fish, so I asked him with a smile, if he wanted me to grab the net or call the press first? He laughed and just pulled it in.

The only Saratoga for the day.

It was not a bad fish and was actually going to be the biggest fish of the day.
After a quick pic, it was released, like all the fish that we caught on this fishing trip.

We continued to fish, with about the same amount of success. A few hits, but nothing was staying connected.
At one point as we were flicking our lures all around us, we spotted a reasonably sized crocodile, and a little bird walking just in front of him:

Corroboree Billabong crocodile and a bird.

I got the camera ready, waiting for the old crocodile to pounce on the bird. But no, he must have had a full belly as he just looked at it pass under his nose without even making a try for it.
Maybe it was this bird lucky day.

And then it didn't take long for things to take a turn for the better, I caught a billabong Barramundi!
But once again it was no monster fish, far from it:

My best fish of the day.

Yes it was going to be my best fish of the day, as it was so much bigger than the Tarpon I got before...
Ok, it was just a rat of a fish, but it still made me smile. I guess that once again it must have been the cute factor...
And we had finally found the honey hole as Jason was on too, and in no time. He too boated a majestic Barramundi:

Jason's Barramundi.

Yes, it needed just one hand to be handled, it too was a rat of a Barramundi.
But we laughed that now I was not the only one with a Barra any more.

And that was going to be it fish wise, not that we stopped there and then, but just that we would not be able to boat anymore of these massive fish.
Yet it was a great spot to be, as beautiful in winter than it is in spring or summer:

Casting to the weeds bed.

Finally it was starting to be late in the day, and we had promised to the lady from whom we had rented the boat, that it would be back at 4:30pm. It was time to head back towards the pontoons.
The wind had stop, and in the serenity we could nearly have forgotten that the place was full of crocodile.

Corroboree Billabong in winter.

It was great to spend a day talking about the destructive power of the Giant Trevally while laughing at the small size fish that we were catching. Thank you Jason for inviting me on this trip. I am ready to do it again!
Even if we didn't catch that many big fish.

But hey, it could be worse.
Have a good day,

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Another Wedding Lure.

Hi there,

This is only the second wedding fishing lure to come into my possession, and it is once again a very special one to have.
This one being a Reidy's B52, a local production, makes it even more special.

So who are the lucky couple?
Colleen and Nathan, they married in 2012, and I have had this lure for nearly a year in my collection, but life and other things got in the way of it and this very blog, sorry about that.

One morning last year Nathan gave me a lift to a fishing competition and in the car, told me that he had a present for me.
And what a present it was, a very limited edition fishing lure, that he had asked Reidy's to produce for his wedding to his sweetheart Colleen.
And here it is:

The Wedding Lure.

Yes, it is still in the box.
But lucky you, for the purpose of this blog post, I have taken it out of the box. Where it went straight back once the photo session was done.

This lure is marked on three sides, and you are going to see them all.

The happy couple names.

The importante date on the back.

And on the last side, a motto that should be followed by many people:

What it is all about.

I sometimes think that it would be nice to show them a photo of a nice sized Barramundi hooked to their wedding lure. And make no mistake the B52 is a very good Barramundi lure, one of my favourite in fact. As my first ever Barramundi on lure was caught using a B52, on the South Alligator River about seven years ago.
But there is no way in the world that this is going to happen. This lure is back in its box, and not getting out of it, not even for a courtesy swim.

Thank you Nathan, and Colleen to have given me this lure from your special day, this is much appreciated.

Yes there are other wedding lures out there, and I really would love to have in my small fishing lure collection, a section specialised in wedding lures. But so far I have only two of them…

But hey, it could be worse.
Have a good day,